musical brain...

This weekend, I styled a "greaser wig" and built a diner out of bed sheets.

It's musical season.

5 days until show time.

My brain is filled with thoughts of sets, props, lines, costumes and lyrics. I'm fried. I really am not thriving right now on my goals. I feel like I am just getting by.

But the Lord is my strength. He is my song. He will get me through this week and be glorified in the musical. He will help me thrive.

I don't have much to say today, because my brain is tired.

So I'm going to rest now. :)

See you tomorrow world...

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